And I Wanted To Be A Writer Why????
Okay, so I have been working on this romantic comedy that is threatening to eat a hole through my brain unless I get it on paper. I've been a dutiful writer -- I write daily and I try to make what I write worth keeping. And so far, for the most part, I have been pretty successful.

But now I am stuck. I've got characters that just don't want me to write about them now. They refuse to indentify themselves. I have tried everything to bring them to the surface, but they refuse to cooperate.

Damn them and my overactive imagination. If I couldn't use them, why did I dream them up?

I have been working on the same chapter for three days. It wrote 15,000 words in three days, and now here I am, stuck on what would be 3000 words max. This really bites. And yes, to all you writers out there that are thinking, "Kim, you big dope try working on another part of the book!" I have tried that...it's not working. I can't write the ending without this chapter...and I have written pretty much everything else I can write without fleshing out this part. Dammit! Why could I not be happy taking service calls for the rest of my life? Why do I want to be a professional writer? Why do I think any of you care?!?

I know, I know. I will work through this. One day I will have a great epiphany and the chapter will come together, and I will pat myself on my back, thank God, my muse and technology for making it all possible. But until then, I'm gonna bitch about it. And moan. And whine. And cuss. and and and...
- posted by Kim @ 3:51 AM